The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 1

1899 years.

Tianjin Wei.

The year when people are like worthless people.

At the end of the year, goose feather snow fell on this devastated world, and the cold wind froze the world and turned the world white. It seemed that even God couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and wanted to smear his innocence.

In a simple restaurant on the corner of the street, bursts of hot air with a bit of a fishy smell overflowed through the half-covered curtains and scattered in the snow.

Some porters and porters sat around a table, wrapped in padded jackets that were so torn that they couldn't be worn any more, squatting on the stools shyly, shouting about their own food, chatting about interesting things from all over the world, it was very lively.

Nothing else, donkey meat on fire, mutton soup.

When the food is on the table, one by one is willing to show the hands tightly in the sleeves, stuffing the chopped donkey meat into the fire, and then spreading a layer of hot sauce that the proprietress of the tavern is good at, and putting it in without waiting. I took a bite out of my mouth, and when my lips and teeth closed together, the rich meaty sauce mixed with a burning hotness instantly spread out on my tongue.

It was not until the mouthful was chewed that the broth that was sent into the mouth went down the throat. The cold hands and feet immediately warmed up, and the dry and cracked lips were covered with a layer of ointment in an instant, making people unable to help but let out a long and comfortable sigh , even the cold and pale complexion became more rosy.

Not to mention the authentic way of eating, those who can come here are either those who are in the middle of the market, or passers-by, or craftsmen who travel to the rivers and lakes, just to get a little warm in their stomachs, how can there be so many poor people? pay attention to.

Although the curtain is thick, it cannot withstand the heavy wind and snow outside the door. From time to time, a corner is lifted, and a small gust of cool wind is drawn in, which makes people's skin tremble and shiver.

"Have you heard? Someone died in Nanshi last night."

Someone in the store started talking.

As soon as a word was uttered, the people around suddenly lost the intention of chatting and chatted.

"How can I not know, the news has spread this morning."

"The one who died was Zhao Laojiu from the 'Eating Treasure Bureau'."

"Zhao Laojiu was just one of them. A total of six died. All of them had their heads cut off, their backs were skinned, and their bodies were covered with hot blood and pasted in the snow. I heard that it was only the swordsman in Guanzhong. A way to kill."

Hearing such a tragic death, everyone shrank their necks and gritted their teeth.

"Isn't it because of the incident half a month ago? I heard that Zhao Laojiu started a business of filming flowers, but he got drunk and did a stupid thing, driving those abducted women and children to the snow. Here, he went back to the house to sleep, and those poor people were all left outside to freeze to death."

"It's probably because some hero couldn't look down on him, and he was secretly wiped on the neck."

"Have you all forgotten the 'face-changing king' lame Liang? Zhao Laojiu saw him as a master of face-changing skills. Everyone said he would let him go if he showed his true self. I'm sorry. There is still a half-grown girl left in his family. She is sick and doesn't know where to hide. Even if she doesn't freeze to death and starve to death in the future, her life will not get better. She can't do heavy work, and she will probably have to go to a kiln Only then can you breathe a sigh of relief, committing crimes."

"It's a pity, that 'face-changing' is a unique art in Sichuan, and it has been lost."

"That's not necessarily the case. No one has a backup these days."

"If you want me to say it, it can't be passed on. The reason why this unique skill is extinct is that it is only passed on to one person in a generation. If you think about it, if he passes it on, he will die naturally when he is exhausted."

"It doesn't matter who it is, that person has done a great thing. Zhao Laojiu has done all the bad things, and he deserves to die."

"Shen Yan, Zhao Laojiu is backed by the 'God's Hand Gate'... Alas, in today's world, it's very rare to pick your tongue and goug your eyes. I saw a blunt knife beheading my head in the execution ground in the capital a few years ago. Well, the executioner didn’t chop it up, he even stabbed it with a saw belt, and before the first one died, the rest were scared to death first, I myself couldn’t eat meat for two months, and I threw up as soon as I ate it.”

A craftsman who passed by was talking with empathy, his face became paler and paler, and his throat was already wriggling when he glanced at the mutton soup with oily flowers and coriander floating in front of him.

At this moment, the curtain was raised.

A ball of frost and snow whirled in immediately, the chill was piercing to the bones, everyone was excited, and then saw a figure in a blue cotton robe squeezed into the tavern, his broad shoulders were covered with snowflakes, and an old man was carrying an old man on his back. Back strap.

On the corner of the back, a bell the size of a longan jingled, jingling, ringing, extremely crisp.

Everyone heard it familiarly, and followed the sound, and they couldn't help but be surprised.

Isn't this old piggyback the "face-changing king" Cripple Liang's family property for dinner?

Looking at the person again, he is a young man with a sallow face, rough skin, cracked lips, wearing a dog fur hat, thick black black hair looming underneath, covered with sporadic snow petals, thick eyebrows flying slantingly on a thin face, hanging down. A pair of sharp eyes, full of quack spirit.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking about what they said earlier, they already had some guesses in their hearts.

Then look at the collar on the young man's padded robe, which is higher than ordinary clothes, and he is even more convinced of the other party's identity.

Although they didn't know the secret of "changing face", but they have been dealing with the cripple for a long time, and they can naturally see some of it. Most of the tricks are hidden under their clothes.

"Ten fires, two bowls of mutton soup."

The man picked a seat and sat down, and everyone jumped when he opened his mouth.

Whoa!Good appetite!
All the diners were secretly amazed, but when they took a closer look at the young man's figure, there was something extraordinary about him.Broad shoulders and broad back, tall and slender, and the hands in the sleeves have slender five-finger joints, and the fingertips are round, like the palms of apes, and the arms hang down, almost reaching the knees.

"I don't know what is the relationship between this master and that face-changing king Liang Liang?"

Someone couldn't help asking.

After a while, the donkey meat and mutton soup were on the table. The young man held the fire in one hand and the bowl in the other. When he opened his mouth, he saw half of the pancake was torn into his mouth. He swallowed it alive.

Opening his mouth again, half a bowl of extremely hot mutton soup was wrapped in oil and steaming, and it had been sent into his throat.

Such a horrific appearance really stunned everyone.

This must be eight lifetimes without eating hot food?
"It doesn't matter. I escaped from my hometown earlier and walked to Kanto as a disciple. When I was about to die, the cripple gave me a hand and gave me a full meal. Finally, I walked out with him."

The young man's voice was neither soft nor heavy, and he spoke simply, as if the hot soup he drank earlier was no different from the cold water.

Although the tone was normal, everyone could tell that it was a fateful friendship to be able to escape from the Kanto alive together.

The diners were also very surprised. Who would have thought that such a smooth, mundane and greedy cripple in the past would have crossed the Kanto, why hadn't heard of him before.

But what the young man said suddenly made all the diners hold their breath.

"Do you know who Zhao Laojiu's backer is?"

"Hehehe, then you have to go to the Gold and Silver Building to ask, who doesn't know that most of the women kidnapped by Zhao Laojiu have entered there, you..."

Fortunately, a drunk man took over the conversation in a dazed state, but before he finished speaking, his companion hurriedly covered his mouth.

In just a few words, the young man ate up the ten fires and two bowls of mutton soup.

Ignoring the reactions of the people around him, the young man praised: "It tastes good, the cripple is really right."

"Haha, what this master said is that although our place is small, the things are really authentic."

The proprietress agreed with a smile when she heard the words.

The young man smiled, wiped his mouth, and put down two pieces of Longyang, "Prepare another one for me as I did just now. I'll go out to do some errands, and I will take care of the bag for me. I'll reward you a lot."

"Come on, put your mind on my stomach."

Hearing the shopkeeper's happy response, the young man immediately got up and opened the curtain to go out.

Waiting for people to go away.

"Did you hear it? That person seems to speak with a closed accent, could it be..."

The previous craftsman who traveled all over the rivers and lakes spoke again, but his eyes kept looking into the backs next to him. Only the six heads hadn't fallen yet, but after a few glances, his face turned pale, but he couldn't help but look at it. Dare to look, for fear that a few pairs of eyes will appear inside.

Someone couldn't help scolding in a low voice: "It's a pity that you still go to the rivers and lakes, and you don't even know the reason why the misfortune comes from your mouth?"

The craftsman was also a little uneasy, and said with a sneer: "The master just now looked very kind."

"You don't even think about it. Although Liang Zizi is the only one with the unique art of 'changing faces', he can't fight. If he can make it back from Kanto alive, who are you relying on?"

"Who doesn't know that those who dare to enter the Guandong are ruthless people. With a knife in their waists, they dare to fight with their lives. This master is even more domineering. He went alone and was kind? Guess the people under his hands will kill more than you eat." There are too many chickens, what are you talking about, the backhand, Liang Zizi handed over such a character, this is to collect debts."

"Speak less, don't worry too much, we can't provoke those who kill people without blinking an eye."

"Extreme! Exactly!"

Everyone hurriedly agreed, and when they hurriedly finished eating the food on the table, they all left as if fleeing.

……

The north wind howled, and the sky was full of snow.

It was almost dusk, and in a brightly lit flower building, the laughter of girls welcoming guests could be heard from far away.

These days, it is absolutely impossible to make money in a serious business. It is even more difficult to make a lot of money in Tianjinwei, where good and bad people are mixed. The fastest way is to prostitute, gamble, and smoke. After making a lot of money, many people were forced to sell their children and daughters, and their families were ruined.

When it came time to trade with foreign countries, there were still traffickers abducting living people abroad.

The building in front of me is called the "Gold and Silver Building". It is three floors high, surrounded by red lights like fire, and the whole flower building is golden and red. It is the number one flower building in Jinmen.It is said that the daily expenses of the prostitutes in it can be piled up into gold and silver mountains. Girl.

But don't underestimate these prostitutes who earn money from the skin and flesh. It's just a show job to solicit customers outside. The people who are really under the box don't show up at all. Use eight large sedan chairs to carry her, and the next day she will transform into the wife of a high-ranking official, and there is no time to curry favor.

As the wind and snow passed by, Chen Zhuo stood in the snow, his dim eyes drooped, and he saw a few lines of small characters out of thin air on the snow in front of him.

【Operator: Chen Zhuo】

[World: Late Qing Dynasty and Early Republic of China]

【Fate: Greedy Wolf's Fate】

[Qi Luck: Seventh Grade B, etc.] (Note: Ninth Grade is the beginning, and First Grade is the most.)
[Fate: Reverse Tiangang, violent death]

[Talent: Consolidation] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and consolidates.)
Reminder: Fate changes with luck, luck depends on human effort, if the luck reaches the first rank, you can go to another world, the number of luck is reset, and the fate changes; if the luck exceeds the first rank, you can choose an identity before going to another world to reincarnate in another world , and retain the cultivation base of the previous life.

There were people coming and going around, as if no one noticed the strangeness on the ground.

Chen Zhuo looked up again at the girl who greeted him upstairs, pursed his lips, and focused his eyes. As the handwriting on the ground disappeared, he didn't see how he moved. He shook his shoulders, and a picture appeared out of thin air on his sallow face. The Rakshasa face with green face and long fangs, at first glance, looks like a devil eating people in the snow, it makes people's scalp go numb.

As soon as he entered the door, a big teapot who was good at perceiving words and expressions immediately walked up to him, with a surprised expression and alert eyes, "Hehe, my lord, what are you singing, are you here to do tricks in the building?"

With a smile, he picked up the kettle and poured water to make tea.

Chen Zhuo glanced at him with a blank expression on his face. He flicked his index finger across his cuff, blocking the slender spout, and picked it up again with his fingertip. turn.

The big teapot is a middle-aged man with a kind demeanor, and he always smiles when he sees this hand, but when he sees this hand, his expression changes suddenly, he just leans forward, and lowers his voice, saying: "Forgive me for my poor eyesight, may I ask which line you are from?" Lao Hai, why did you come here when you entered this mountain gate?"

At the same time, upstairs and downstairs, some girls who are still charming and smiling, as well as the teapots of various sizes are also looking at this side intentionally or unintentionally. In the house, this is making room.

The eyeballs under Chen Zhuo's face rolled, looked around, and said: "On the West Road Sichuan-Shaanxi line, use a soul-hunting knife, and use it to make a living on the ligature. What you do is pick the scoop. .”

"Guanzhong knife bandit?" The big teapot looked serious, and rushed to the front in a few strides, "My friend, we are doing a business of smiling and welcoming everyone. I don't remember making enemies with the knife ghost. Have you misunderstood?"

Chen Zhuo stamped his feet, his body didn't move, but the head on his neck twisted in an unimaginable arc like an eagle watching a wolf, staring at him, "Does Zhao Laojiu know?"

(End of this chapter)